Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.